Mitchell's mom here, high jacking the blog to share Mitchell's perspective on the day. I usually talk to Mitchell a couple times a day, during which he recounts the day's events. I get such a kick out of the things he says, and while sharing a couple funny stories from today's phone calls, my mom said I ought to include them here.
Mitchell first called this morning...from the bathroom. He wasn't "using" the facilities, rather, he said it was the only relatively quiet location to talk, because both engines were running. Unfortunately, we were just starting our school day here at home, so I told him I couldn't really visit. Then it occurred to me that he might be interested in listening in. He was, so he participated in "school" for about an hour. I put him on speaker phone, and he piped in here and there. It was just like old times... ;) You know, back in the days when he actually did school here with us!
This evening he told me about the 3-4 foot waves they fought their way through today, and he informed me that he has pretty good sea legs. I asked if he got seasick, and he told me, "I couldn't get sea sick - we weren't on salt water!" I don't know how that computes, but I'll go with it.
As of tomorrow they will have been gone from home for two weeks, and they are only on day two of the actual journey. So, today I said to Mitchell, "Does Bum-Bine-Bubba..." (Really, just go with it. Maybe I'll explain later.) "Does Bum-Bine-Bubba have a plan? I mean, he originally planned for this trip to take three weeks, but that clearly isn't going to happen. So, does he have a plan?"
I'm thinking, maybe he will dock it somewhere and come back for a second go-round.
Mitchell is obviously thinking, plan? Who needs a plan? But he says to me, "We're going all the way to Knoxville. It doesn't matter how long it takes. We are going the whole way." Then he informs me that B-B-B's friends from the VFW have a pool going for what day they will be back, and some of them have proposed decorating the Lake House for the annual Fourth of July party in the hopes that they make it back by then.
Oh, for crying out loud. Has B-B-B mentioned anywhere on this blog that the boy is eleven?! Isn't he supposed to be homesick? Not this one. People always ask me if he's getting homesick yet, but in two weeks he hasn't even sounded glum once. Never has he mentioned missing us, or his dog, or his cat, or the horse, or...you get the point. I think he's over us. There's an adventure to participate in, and he's on it!
Really, as much as we miss him, we are so excited for him to have this opportunity, and wouldn't dare make him feel guilty over not missing us. Every day he recounts stories of what he has learned and I love to hear them. Some days I wear my blue tooth headset and talk to him for an hour or more. I do dishes and laundry, and he tells stories, explains new knots, tells me what type of fish are swimming by and the like. It's all good. A once in a lifetime opportunity.
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